Master P - Back Up Off Me Lyrics
Uh, ah, da(Are you ready for this) ErrThe Ice Cream Man(Are you ready for this)It's bad like my high(Are you ready for this)ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademarkGet em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-UWe TRU, ugh, ughTime to go to war, ugh[Master P]I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of thisAnd chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cutsReady to bust on you cluckersOn you niggas that sick cause we sickerNiggas slangin' flickersI'm in the projects ballin' with my niggasI'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacksNiggas ain't *****in' with dirty sacksI'm hustlin' I got those ball sacksBut y'all niggas don't know thatI'm the mad killer, murder, lunaticYou *****in' with a nigga that don't give a ***** about youOr your ***** cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha haLike Michael, load this *****in' rifleStart blastin' at *****es mother*****er, yeah cause I'm a psychoOut that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murderLunatic, haven't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deckBreak ya neck, hustle on ya checkGet cho' get cho' neck broke*****in' field cats and chatNo Limit nigga, real nigga, whoDon't give a ***** when you dead and goneMother*****er you feel my bucks from my chrome[Hook]UGH! back up off me, feel me ughFeel it, back up off me, my trademarkUgh, feel it back up off me, ugh[Master P]Gon' pack me with a nigga with no breadNappy head, put chu' in a graveDon't give a ***** about chu' niggas, piss on ya foreheadI'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rockBut niggas they slangin' that hoo rockBut niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddhaNigga a quarter, of waterBut y'all niggas late cause I done took over New OrleansIn the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the NorthsideMother*****ers never realize the young gon' die on the streetsI'm killin' murder, the lunaticNever givin' a *****, I'm tryin' to make bucksBefore I leave this truckGot these killers watchin' meNiggas not pockin' meV got that tech nine and Man got that uziBig Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sahKR hooked up the track so what the ***** y'all didn't realizeWe back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattleGet my tic tac and make ya mother*****in' head rattleLike an ostrich, nigga you want some sausageMeet me in the French QuarterI'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlersAnd they bout it, niggas we rowdyNever givin' a *****, we started this bout it, bout itNow why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout itY'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me***** talkin' shit, you and ya ***** I ain't afraid of yaI'm hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quartersFiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow[Hook][Master P]Niggas comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick itBe whippin' niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chickenI'll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatterNiggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automaticsUp the trees, watch them niggas freezeDon't give a *****, take off my shirt niggaNo Limit on my back, backBut niggas they pullin' that sack, sackTRU against my stomach mother*****er how y'all gonna fade thatThe real *****in' click, ain't no love for y'all dubsNiggas think we slangin' dubsNigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the worldNiggas that squirrel, I got that girlMy lil' partner got boy, got the whirlBut I don't give a ***** cause I be sick like SuzyTake these 32 round clips from my automatic uziRun and duck nigga you friedAin't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the insideThe projects from uptown to downtownTo across the riverNiggas slangin' that dope mother*****er get cho' head twistedIn the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chromeI be in the project ballin' like the black Al CaponeAnd if you come sick you stupidCause my click don't give a ***** cause they ready to shoot shitUp but nigga you better duck niggaBefore you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River[Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs
